Page 44 of Corrupt Shadows

I shove her backward and kneel between her spread legs.

I lower my masked face to her pretty pussy and inhale.

Her body stiffens, and she tries to back away from me.

“I’m not finished with you yet, witch.” I grip her clit between my thumb and forefinger and pinch it viciously. Her back arches, and she screams.

“That’s right, scream for me.”

“Please, let me come. I can’t do it anymore. Please!”

“No one else will see this pretty pussy ever again. I don’t care if you fucking hate me. In fact, I don’t much care for you either, but this is mine. Every part of you is mine. Do you understand me?”

She doesn’t respond, only undulates her hips against my shadow. I grow my shadow within her.

“You’re a fucking psycho!” she finally shouts, and I chuckle sardonically, the curve of her lips betraying her truth.

I thrust my shadow harder and faster, her back sliding up the carpet with the force. The obscene sounds of her squelching cunt cause my cock to harden again.

I lean into her thigh, grinding my cock against her. I slide two fingers below the stretched skin of her pussy, gathering her wetness, and rub it on my cock as lubricant. Godsdamn this woman. I grip her warm thigh to me, pumping my hips as my length slides against her skin again and again.

Her voice breaks me out of my trance.

“Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

A shadow wraps around her mouth, and her eyes widen.

“I don’t want to hear you speak right now, little witch.” I slap her clit in quick succession, her entire channel pulsing around my magic. It’s enough to call another orgasm forward. When I know she’s at the precipice, I remove her shadow gag and release all over her pretty pink cunt. I remove the shadow from inside her, causing her to scream, and replace it with two fingers, then ram them against her G-spot. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, and I let out a low growl.

“Lorcan!”

Seeing my name written on her skin is one thing, but hearing it uttered from her lips is something else entirely. Emotions swirl within me. We are creatures of darkness, doomed to share nothing more than moments of tortured passion. I push the feelings away, despising her arousing them, but her orgasm sends shockwaves up my shaft.

Her arousal floods down my hand when she comes. Her body twitches and she moans, riding out what is surely one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

She’ll thank me eventually for the edging, and I’ll be sure to do it again, because there’s no way she’ll behave.

I stand, tucking my cock back into my jeans, and cross my arms. I drink in the cum covered vixen in front of me.

“Did you enjoy being used, little killer? Being fucked mercilessly right after your fuckboy was murdered? You’re lying in all that’s left of him right now. This is what it feels like to be used. Taunt me again, and I will make your punishment so much worse.”

She pushes herself off of the floor and flies at me. “You fucking asshole!” she yells, a sob catching in her throat. Her nails scratch into the skin of my back as I walk away from her.

I step through the veil but leave her with one last parting jab.

“Go shower, you’re covered in cum and blood.”

TWENTY

Evie

Little killer, little killer.

Lorcan’s words haunt me as I walk toward the church with Rosa. I’m responsible for Jay’s death, and I’ve never felt darker. Even with the demon back in his realm, I can’t help but crave being near him. Why do I want him? The savage, murdering stalker? I really am screwed up in the head. I suppose, birds of a feather…

I pick at my nails as Rosa unlocks the arched gate, then I curl my fingers around a wrought-iron bar and step through.

A gray-bricked wall runs around the weathered church, ivy sprawling through the cracks as if it has the grounds in a chokehold. Low-hanging branches cast shadows on the ground as they move with the wind, and feathery moss hangs from them like ghostly fingers.

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